And when I can't see, the light is blinding. And all of the rays are hypnotizing. Blaring away to anesthetize me. Killing the way we feel. We are all the same slaves to ourselves, slaves to the things we have, slaves to bodies, and this world. And this will never end, This is how it has always been. And you can't change, neither can I. All we can do is fight it till we die. My heart fights my head; and my soul, my body.  I try to be excellent but all I make ends shoddy and crass. Like children making crowns of grass. Beautiful until it withers, torn from the life giver. This is how we are, saved only by surrender, alive only by sacrificing ourselves, reborn only through the death of another. The fools have become wise, the wise are at a loss. The impossible, has become the only way. The humbled failures, are the only ones who  will be glorified. All flesh is as grass. It grows up in the morning, and withers with the heat of the day.

I ran and ran to catch the sun. I failed. I tried again but again the sun rose behind me, passed over my head, sunk below my eyesight. It sped around the earth also raising over others heads. while I fitfully slept. I slept  lightly, unrestfully, and dreamless.The merciless solar ball of fury rose again, mocking, forcing its glaring beams into my bloodshot eyes.


Trying to keep the fleeting sun to stay still proves pathetically useless. Life slows down. Resign yourself. Time keeps ticking the sun races around and around mocking the growing wrinkles in your skin as it burns hot and bright as ever. Beating down your neck. The sun is the same, but you grow older. Hands creak, knees weaken, teeth rot, and eventually fall out. Vision slowly blurs these eyes they don't see like they used to and this heart won't beat anymore. Shorter of breath. Soon, death will come. Never live to live; for life, for the things we have here, the time ticks in your face a thing you can't stop. It wont stop. Those things pass like sweat as it evapoates off your fiery flesh.

Live for things that will last for more than what you can see or feel. Can you feel Him in your room. He's always there. Does He comfort you; or scare the hell out of you. Does He bring warmth to your  dying moments; or force the muscles to stiffen to cold lifelessness before thier time? Does your skin crawl in a premature effort to decay off stone cold bones and an ice cold soul? Your muscles ache to be young; but always the time ticks in your face always refusing to spin backward.




Why should I be afraid to die there's no reason for it. You gotta go sometime.

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an off hand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way

Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the english way
The time is gone, the song is over, thought Id something more to say

Its only a matter of time before we all burn. Take all your chances while you can. Cause I'm gonna buy a gun and start a war. I have no time for you now, for you now. For reasons unknown.




We're all the same.